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Okay whats up my nigga, word up to seven figuresMy swag is always capital, it live in north VirginaBino on a hood beat, yain't know he had it in himI came on this beat, I ain't even buy it dinnerSlide inside the party late, leaving with the baddest hoWhiskey shots and doin Asian bitches is the status quoThe future's always coming, whether clitoral or vaginalI'm always in that pussy like my jacket made of calicoIt's on, I made this shit for New YearsPlay this shit at midnight, like TV shows with boobiesMy asthma status chronic, you can get an ounce of thatReal G's only. Don't fuck up my alphabetI'm as real as I'ma get, loser who got confidentAttracted to an awkward bitch, but mostly cause we're oppositesBlew up in 0-10 like tick, tick boomNo drugs at the club, I'ma slip shit throughCame hard on this bitch, my dick did tooHere's a list of the shit I'm addicted toLike, weed, whiskey, sometimes exBut that is only when I'm drunk and call her up to have sexThese girls I fuckin now see my dick as blank checksSo I sign my name and dot my 'I's but only her chest, YesWhat ya'll really wantWhat ya'll really want, nowBlack guy on Mad Men. I'm telling ya'll it's goin downLetras de cancionesRing around the rosie, bitches love to fall downSober girls, broke niggas, tell em that they not allowedIt's on, it's on, yea-yea, it's onIt's on, it's on, yea-yea, it's onIt's on, it's on, yea-yea, it's onIt's on, it's on, Let me tell you how it's onWho the fuck you think this bitch is leaving with?Cause one of us is famous like 'She and Him'Wasn't cool in high school, but that's expected with geniusesMy music goes hard, bang shit like gay penisesMy DJ be SosupersamShe Asian, fuck that Klu Klux KlanI love these clothes, that's who I amMy name means fashion, Gucci maneWe are not exclusive, I hope she understand meChris Brown pussy, it won't make it to the GrammiesFinally met your girlfriend, that is why her knees hurtBeen to hell and back and all I got's this fuckin T-shirtLaughing while mackin these hoVastly these rappers are slowAsking to get back in the know, when theyLacking a passionate flowTrust in Gambino, he has never failed usCause I have got "S" plus what a dog's tail doesI read your blogs, it said fuck that fagI'm like, LOL, hash tag rapDC be spittin JiggaHe white, but he my niggaMy shit be grown manYour shit be kitty litterI always do it biggerI always do it biggerYeah, yeah.What ya'll really wantWhat ya'll really want, nowBlack guy on Mad Men. I'm telling ya'll it's goin downRing around the rosie, bitches love to fall downSober girls, broke niggas, tell em that they not allowedIt's on, it's on, yea-yea, it's onIt's on, it's on, yea-yea, it's onIt's on, it's on, yea-yea, it's onIt's on, it's on, Let me tell you how it's on From Letras Mania